Within moments they found themselves kissing passionately – tongues dancing around together as thought dancing to the music. “Are you OK?” Caro... asked Helen. “Yes” she replied, smiling with a twinkle in her eye. “Good, I’m so glad!”.Helen Carol relaxed back onto the sofa, secretly wishing and hoping that she would find herself going as far as she could! She sighed as Carol leaned over and began to kiss her again, but this time she felt Carol’s hand on her left boob, gently squeezing, very. I went online and watched video of girls and guys giving blowjobs, and read articles about the best technique. A couple times I jerked off and tasted my own cum. It didn't really have much of a taste, I thought—but did all cum taste the same? All in all, I couldn't see that I'd have much trouble swallowing Pam's load just like she did for me. But I was still a little unsure. What would Pam's cock look like? How big was it? I couldn't really get a good idea just from squeezing it through her. Melinda saw it also. "Vick, no need to feel embarrassed because I am feeling your pussy, I feel mine all the time." I paused and looked into her face then grabbed her hand and pulled it away from my rippled slit before I could say, "But, um, mine does not look like yours. Yours is perfect. Mine is, well, ugly." "Vicki, what makes you think yours is ugly? I like your pussy. I always have." "Melinda, have you really looked at it? I mean really looked at it and then looked at yours?" "Enough to. We've chatted about it a fair amount, and I've suggested counseling with a person who can meet many needs. She has indicated they've done the counseling thing, but he reportedly is not interested. Rather, according to Molly (love that name), he's wrapped up in watching sports on TV and in his gasoline-fueled toys. As such, she is frustrated and lonely. I've let her know it's not my style to create confusion between two people. She insists there's no confusion. He has his life, and she's become.